Monday, January 16, 2006

Who Cares?

Today I got the sweetest parking spot in the history of ever at the grocery store. (No, I did not park in the handicapped parking. How rude of you to ask! Bad hair is not considered a mobility impairment.)

It was the uber-dy bestest parking spot in all the land and there we were, me, Vinny and the munchkins. I didn't want to get out of the car. In fact, with a spot like that, I pretty much decided to make the Grocery Mart parking lot my home.

You may be asking yourself, "Why do I care that you got the best ever-living should-be-reserved-for-the-mobility-impaired parking space EVER?"

Why do I care that Shannon needs to get out more? That Blackbird's kid just got his braces off? That Beth has a mom you wish you lived next door to? Or that Mel had the best Christmas Card photo ever?

Is it ridiculous that I really want to know how Angela or Jessica met their husbands? If Regina really looks bad in hats? How old Katy actually is? What kind of scary MacDonald's Lou attends? (can you say "attends" when you're talking about a fast food joint?)

And yet, I can't stop. Heck, they wouldn't post it if they didn't want me to read it, right?

Blogging keeps me connected with friendsold and friendsnew. It lets me think I can write, giving me confidence to carry on with other projects. It gives me a void to send my thoughts out into and sometimes I get a response that affirms me or encourages me to do a 360.

It's a show-and-tell, a therapy, a vice, an art-form, a documentary, a support group and a venting session all rolled into one.

I think there was actually a novel that came out a few years back about a man who would never give up his good parking spots. (My old college almost-roommate Erin referred to them as "celestial parking.") Once he got a good spot he would stay there for hours, reading, doing crossword puzzles, taking naps, eating lunch, etc., which annoyed the parking patrol officer and trouble ensued, so on and so forth.

Thanks again for your wonderful posts. By all means keep blogging because hearing about the small things that happen in people's everyday lives makes me notice the small things in my own life more. It's important just because it's so ordinary. Keep up the good work! (Plus, your blog is good for my health -- it meets my RDA for laughter.)

Hi, DYM. I truly love your posts; nice to see reality-driven blogs as opposed to all the "Nazi-blogging" going on out there!!By the way, is that a BRA in the picture in front of baby boy? That is so hilarious!

So, you're curious as to my advanced age, huh? I'm 52, once considered a rarity in the blogosphere. I started blogging more than 5 years ago, and ALL my readers were in their 20s. Many still are, but now I'm realizing there's a whole bloguniverse out there filled with "senior bloggers." Who knew? I've never actually thought of myself as a senior, and I sure won't give up reading the blogs of my young friends. You all are the best! Katy www.fallible.com

The novel was called "Tepper Isn't Going Out," by Calvin Trillin. I have to warn you, though, that I haven't actually read it myself yet; it's on my long list of to-reads, so I can't guarantee content. I just remember reading the reviews when it came out and thought it looked very interesting.

Blogging is making history. Even the show Arthur has a blog. It is going to go down as the new way to pass along information, the new way to get therapy, the new way to have life changing moments ect. ect.